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 Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 3:54 pm
Kettil wasn't sure how to ask Lark what he wanted to ask her. He'd missed his opportunity the last time he'd talked to Lark and that was his own fault or perhaps he was just too afraid of what she would say about their little spats they'd been having lately.
Maybe he was being a horrible friend.
Maybe she just didn't like him anymore and was hiding it.
The boil sat staring at a screen of while logged into Groanspring wondering how he was going to talk to Lark about the issues he was having. Soon he opened up a blank document and began to write whatever came to mind at that particular time. The lines were deleted and re-written several times before he came to a note that he was comfortable with and printed it out simply because it felt silly to write it out by hand afterwards. Parchment was torn in half and then he stood up wandering over to Lark's door he stood quietly listening to see if she was within and could only discern silence from behind the door.
Kettil felt a note of sourness for a moment as he stared at the door. He wanted to just walk in and do whatever he pleased but the last time that happened something uncomfortable resulted - something that made him feel oddly jealous even now as he recalled brief turmoil they had between them.
He was thinking too hard way too hard.
Just leave the note.
The boil knelt and slipped the paper under the gap between the floor and the door. He knocked once before he disappeared back into his room without waiting. In his room he sat on his bed as he pet Endzela's feathers as she napped upon her perch near where he sat. Later he would take his familiar out again and just watch her fly that always made things better.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 9:06 am
Lark was on her way to the cafeteria to grab an ice cold Croak when she spotted the note that had been slipped under her door. How she hadn't noticed it before was puzzling to the ghoul. What was even more puzzling were the words that had been carefully typed on the paper.
Her eyes widened, growing larger and larger as she read the print.
"What th' Bloody Mary..." Her brow furrowed. Who had left this for her? Why?
She couldn't think of anyone she didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to... except Kettil, and that was only concerning certain things. It wasn't like he'd be the one to leave such a note beneath her door, anyway. He was probably leaving all the notes under Freya's door.
Thoughtfully folding the note up, Lark tucked it away in her bedside drawer before she left her room. At least now she had something to think about other than her Kettil woes.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 9:32 am
A new day meant new things to think about or rather old things to think about in a new way.
It was an odd sort of compulsion that led him to type out his next note carefully placing down his thoughts. Perhaps someone should have told him that the note shouldn't be 'sent' after they were written or rather that they didn't need to be sent. They could be locked away under lock and key and no one would ever need to know.
Yet with the last note he felt a bit better. He got something out of it even though he neglected to sign it. He just assumed that Lark would know it was him right away.
After all best mates knew these sorts of things...Right?
When the next note was finished he slipped it under her door with Endzela making a soft annoyed sound, "You should just talk to her," she fussed in a hushed tone.
Kettil shrugged his free shoulder and then went back into his room.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 9:56 am
"Aw, c'mon, Ben. Now, you know that y'love baths. Yer gettin' a little ranky and I figger that means it's time t'have a bath. Jest stop lyin' t'yerself, yeah? Who likes t'be skunky, anyhow? I know I --"
Lark paused as she opened the door to her dorm. She'd just spent hours training with Ben and was teasing him as she always did. When she spotted the note, though, Lark snatched it up as quick as she could - but not quick enough to fool Ben.
"'nother one, hmm?"
"Shush up, Ben."
"I got my suspicions, Lark. Y'know I do."
"I said shut --"
"Yeah, yeah."
As Ben moved into the dorm, Lark hastily read the note as she closed her door. Leaning up against it, Lark's brows drew down in a hearty frown. She had no jackin' clue who was leaving the notes.
It was frustrating.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 10:30 am
Days would pass but only a couple of them before Kettil sat down staring at his monitor.
Perhaps this was all a mistake. Perhaps he shouldn't have even started this madness but now he couldn't stop anymore. He just ...
"You should just talk to her," Endzela said for what seemed like the millionth time.
Kettil sighed a bit, "I ... don't think it'd be a good idea. All she'll do is snap at me."
"That never bothered you before..." Endy said thoughtfully thinking of the days where her Reaper used to instigate arguments at times.
"It does now," he muttered under his breath, "cause I never know what to do to make it better."
Typing took place. Note was printed and torn as usual and then he went and slipped it under Lark's door before he disappeared down the hallway to run errands.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 11:55 am
"Y'know it's probably him."
Stubborn silence.
"Y'want it t'be him."
A grunt, then silence.
"Y'jest oughta talk t'him. This's gettin' ridiculous, too right."
"What'm I s'posed'ta say, then? 'Oy, Ket, y'should stop leavin' me notes n'jest come talk t'me instead?' Hah."
"Wait, y'think it's Ket?"
"Well, yeah. Who d'ya think it is?"
A loud cough. "Roch?"
A deafening silence.
"Sometimes, I jest really hate ya, Ben."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 1:44 pm
There was a new gap of days. Kettil'd been forcing himself to be busy so he didn't have to think about things so much. Going out. Doing things.
"Why do you insist on avoiding her?" Endzela asked point blank as Ket sat at his desk not really doing anything in particular this day. He'd been feeling a bit off and took to hiding.
"I am not avoiding her I just...I don't want to bother her if she's busy with ... other boils or somethin'." he muttered under his breath. The thought caused an odd pang in his chest.
Endzela stretched out a wing and sighed a bit, "You know, it never bothered you this much when you realized that Freya might have someone going after her."
Kettil's breath caught in his chest and his heart gave an odd sort of jolt, "S..So? It wasn't like..I could do anything so I just..."
The Owl sighed deeply, "Just what? Gave up because you didn't think you'd come to this place? Hardly like you."
The boil pushed at a key on his keyboard and just typed up a single letter 'L', "I dunno...I...just figured he was there first. I mean I was thinking about still tryin' but ... Herryk seems like a good boil for her. Very devoted."
"What about Lark?" Endzela asked, "You can't have them both."
Kettil hit the 'A' button, "I don't want them both," he murmured softly, "besides you know what my brother says, datin' your best friend is a bad idea."
The Owl gave an annoyed hoot at that, "Your brother is a moron. You shouldn't let him decree what is right for you or for Lark."
"I guess...but ...I don't want her to be like...my 'second choice' that ain't right to her either," Kettil muttered as he hit the 'R' and the 'K', "she's not meant to be someone's shiny silver medal." He hit the dash button and then stared at the document for a long moment as Endzela eyed him critically.
The Owl spread her wings and flew over to her reaper and landed on his head, "Y'know. These ghouls you been talkin' to and even kinda dating here and there? They all have blonde hair, even Freya. You think maybe...Lark was always your first choice you just been too scared?"
Kettil froze and his brow furrowed, "What?"
"I mean that...Maybe the ghouls are just your sick way of dating and being with Lark so you don't get hurt or risk getting her hurt," Endy observed, "but maybe you're the one hurting yourself the most by doing this."
Endzela was just met with silence as he typed along at his next note.
"You can always still be friends with Freya and love her as a friend. In fact I think that is what it really was. Maybe you confused the two loves because you didn't want to believe you loved Lark that way because she was goin' away." Endzela said patiently as she pulled at one of his dreads to pull it away from the side of his face and despite not getting a reply it was alright. She'd planted a seed for him to ponder over.
The note was finished and stuck under Lark's door and then Kettil disappeared into his room. 
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 2:10 pm
Like some horrible, desperate predatore, Lark had been waiting. Waiting and watching for that next note. She was going to catch him this time - she was determined to catch whoever it was in the act so she could take him down a few pegs. It didn't make sense for the anonymous note-giver to be Kettil, right? Ben was probably right, it was probably Roch or someone else playing tricks on her. Maybe even Freya, just to be a prankster. Lark hated feeling like she didn't know her own mind, and as of late she'd been feeling particularly antsy. Frustrated. Jittery, even.
So when she came out of the restroom only to catch sight of the note resting innocently before her door, Lark gave a screech of dismay. The one single time she let her attention off of the door - BAM - a note. Stalking over to the piece of paper, Lark unfolded it and quickly read the words printed on the paper.
There was only one boil at school that she'd kissed. One boil at school. One boil, period. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she read the note once, twice, three times. How should she react? Lark wasn't so sure, but she was tired of pretending that she didn't love Kettil. It was so hard to suppress her feelings for him, so difficult pretend that she wasn't in love with him. Was he toying with her? Did he know how she felt, and he thought it would be funny to tease her? As much as she wanted to believe that the notes were genuine and really from Kettil, she couldn't fight the feelings that welled up in her throat. Doubts and insecurities - horrible things.
Crumpling the note in her hand, Lark moved to her bedside table and snatched up the rest of the collection she had. Mashing her hat down on top of her head, she swung the door open before slamming it closed behind her. Marching over to Kettil's room, she lifted up a fist and bashed it against his dorm room door.
"I know yer in there," she screeched, probably a little too loudly, "an' I wanna know what lil game we're playin' now, Ket!"
She sounded outraged.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 2:17 pm
He'd been minding his own business now, at least for the most part. Kettil was trying to ignore this weird feeling in his chest and for the most part he'd forgotten what he'd exactly written on the note. Kettil had been a bit dazed when he wrote it thinking about all the things his familiar decided to tell him and even now...
The screeching of Lark outside of his door jarred him a bit and for a moment he was too scared to even get up and answer it or even look at her.
Game? What game? There was no game. It was just...
His expression became set in an odd expression of annoyance and displeasure as he got up and went to the door and swung it open, "Who the Jack said anythin' about this bein' a game?!" He said this louder than he meant to it was even a bit more defensive than he wanted it to be.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:12 pm
Lark thrust the crumpled collection of letters at his chest, her eyes practically brimming with tears.
"If this is yer version of a joke, Ket, it ain't funny!" She lifted a hand, jabbing him in the chest with one outstretched index finger as she continued bullying herself into his dorm room.
"Y'leavin' me these secret notes, yeah? Why? Why these notes? Y'jest can't talk t'me? Gotta leave me wonderin' who is leavin' me these notes?" She stopped poking at him, crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest and just glared at him, willing back the tears that threatened to spill over.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:20 pm
It was probably a good thing Endzela had flown off to do some hunting and just generally stretch out her wings because otherwise she'd be entreated to some nice dash of drama as he stumbled back a back a bit as his arms moved to hold the notes to his chest as he just stared at her almost as if dumbfounded.
He wasn't sure what he was expecting but this certainly was not it.
"Because...Every time I try to talk to you things...turn out ... not the way they should..." It was weak and defensive, "or you yell at me...You always yell at me and half the time I don't know what for! I don't even start it."
Kettil drew himself up as he stared down at her, "B..Besides I figured ... you were busy with other boils. You said so yourself that you might be so I..."
Leave notes hoping she'd find them.
"So..Yeah..I left you the notes and..maybe I should'na but...I can't ...I can't stand to have you mad at me anymore. Not like this." He said stubbornly, "It ...it isn't a game..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:30 pm
Lark wasn't sure what made her do what she did next. There was an emotion that threatened to choke her, something that had recently swelled up in her chest far more intensely than it had been previously. Had she been feeling herself, it was highly unlikely that she'd even contemplate making this next move. Maybe it was because she was feeling particularly amorous for reasons she couldn't understand, or maybe her emotions were just running hot.
Regardless, Lark marched the few feet that separated them, snatched up a fistful of dredlocks, jerked his head down and promptly pressed her lips to his.
And then she pulled back and socked him in the gut before bursting into tears.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:41 pm
He was expecting screaming, stomping, and yes he was expecting to be hit but what he wasn't expecting was her stomping over and kissing him after she pretty much jerked his head down by his dreadlocks and oddly enough he didn't feel pain as much as he felt surprise but that was nothing to the feeling of her just punching him in the gut directly afterward and the notes scattered to the floor at their feet.
Kettil wasn't sure what to feel especially as he stared at her as she burst into tears. There was a moment of panic that welled inside him. Great. He made her cry. All this and he made her cry.
Jack damn it all he had messed up good this time.
"Lar, c'mon Lar," he stepped on the notes to try and gather her into his arms. "I'm sorry."
Shouldn't she be the one apologizing?
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 8:21 pm
Lark went into his arms willingly, wrapping her own around his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck. Whatever shirt he was wearing would likely be drenched in her tears (and snot, how fetching), but Lark was beyond caring. Honestly?
It felt so good to cry in his arms.
"D-do y-you r-r-r-really think I don't t-tr-trust you?" The question was wailed directly against his shoulder as her hands clenched into fists, wimpy punches punctuating her words. It killed her to think that he thought that of her, it really did. More than anything else, that hurt.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 8:28 pm
Honestly he didn't care what she deposited on his shirt. He could wash it later. All that mattered was that Lark was in his arms and was crying and...
Kettil reached up and went to remove her hat so he could just rest his head against hers for a moment. Each wimpy punch were accepted as his punishment for lack of better judgment but otherwise he didn't say much just then, "It feels that way sometimes...Like sometimes the way ya look at me or ... yell at me but don' really gimme a reason or what I done wrong. I ain't that smart sometimes." He muttered softly as he just stood there with her.
"It ... feels like you're hidin' somethin'," his tone was quiet and hurt. He wasn't used to Lark hiding things from him, wasn't used to her banishing him from her room just because she was only wearing a towel, all these things were new to him and he didn't know how to cope.
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